My obsessive jerk.

“Look, this is my new photo shoot. Reminded me of pink tape!” I texted him. Moments later he replied.

“Oh.” He said.

“What’s that supposed to mean? -_-”

“This pictures are quite terrible~” He replied. I scowled as I read his text. How dare he?

“What? Why?!”

“Terrible pictures plus what’s with the guy? Hahahahahahaha. Everything is just so bad. If it was me, then it’ll be all be better. The pictorial be better~”

I’m ignoring you son of a .

2 days later…

Closing my eyes, I lay my head on the table; thinking hard about almost everything. With my eyes closed, I breathe in slowly, breathe out slowly. Listening to the sound booming hard on the next practice room, I can’t think straight. EXO kept on practicing hard on their new song, Call Me Baby; it’s almost annoying that I could just kill almost everyone who tries to talk to me. They keep on shouting as they dance; I can hear Jongin shouting to them to perfect their dance steps. That perfectionist jerk’s voice is so annoying, I could just rip his head from his body.

“Soojung ah.”

I scrunched my eyebrows as I heard Sulli called out my name. I groaned loudly as I sat up straight; still with my eyes closed; I turned towards her.

“What?” I growled. Opening my eyes, I stared at her blankly; I didn’t feel great at all. Jongin just mocked me last 2 days through texts. He’s not my boyfriend or what so ever; but we text, almost every day. He made fun of me; about my recent photoshoot; saying the picture wasn’t that great because he wasn’t the main guy. The whole picture looks utterly weird and badly taken.

“You alright?” she asked.

“Do I look like I’m not?”

“Depends. If that’s your typical face then maybe you’re fine,” she frowned, “Jongin?”

“He said my recent photoshoot ,” I told her, “he kept on mocking the picture; saying the angles were bad, the clothing were all ugly and the male model was so ugly that even a plank of wood would look so much better.”

“He didn’t…”

“Oh, he did.”

“He’s just jealous,” Sulli chuckled.

“Tsk, he should’ve said so,” I scowled, “instead he mocked me and made fun of every pictures I sent to him. He even said I look horrible.”

“He said that? What did you say after that?”

“I didn’t reply his text. Why should I?” I rolled my eyes, “he doesn’t worth my time now.”

Suddenly my phone started to ring. Sulli walked up to my phone; charging at the corner of the room; checking the caller, she smirked.

“It’s him.”

“See if I care,” I stood up and I looked away from my phone, “he can talk to my .”

“He won’t stop, you know that right?”

I looked at her through the mirror, I smirked.

“Let’s see how he’ll try to get my attentions now,” I smirked, “since this ‘horrible looking girl’ is too ugly for him, I wonder if he still wants me.”

“Looks like he still wants your attention,’ Sulli kept on staring at my phone, “he’s still calling you. Oh now he stopped…”

“What?!”

“Oh wait, another call coming in…”

“Hah. Serves him right.”

“Now he’s sending you endless texts… Wow, obsessed much,” she whispered.

“No he’s not.”

“Weirdo much.”

“No he’s not!”